Alaskan Christmas Cold Case. Sarah Varland
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Christmas Under Fire...
The Ice Maiden Killer is back.
For years, a serial killer has eluded authorities—and he’s set Alaska state trooper Erynn Cooper in his sights. Erynn’s only chance at survival is to trust Moose Haven police chief Noah Dawson with her life and the truth about her past. But with Christmas quickly approaching, Erynn and Noah are running out of time to catch the murderer…before Erynn becomes the next victim.
SARAH VARLAND lives in Alaska with her husband, John, their two boys and their dogs. Her passion for books comes from her mom; her love for suspense comes from her dad, who has spent a career in law enforcement. When she’s not writing, she’s often found dog mushing, hiking, reading, kayaking, drinking coffee or enjoying other Alaskan adventures with her family.
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Alaskan Christmas Cold Case
Sarah Varland
ISBN: 978-1-474-09761-1
ALASKAN CHRISTMAS COLD CASE
© 2019 Sarah Varland
Published in Great Britain 2019
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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“Erynn, get down!”
Noah’s shoulder slammed against Erynn as she heard the gunshot. Pain exploded in her wrist, which she’d fallen on. Noah was shielding her with his body.
Willing to die so she wouldn’t have to. Just like her dad.
A sob choked Erynn’s throat, but she was powerless to move. “Where is he?”
“On top of one of the buildings.”
Another shot, this one close enough that the broken sidewalk sprayed pieces of concrete in her direction, hitting her on the arm.
“We’ve got to move. You can’t get shot because of me.” He just couldn’t.
“We need to run. See the bushes to the right?” They’d known each other long enough, Erynn guessed, that their minds were in sync enough that they moved as one toward cover.
He’d almost gotten killed. Because of her. Grief pressed in, suffocated her with its weight.
To think she’d been close to hoping maybe she and Noah could talk about what they’d avoided discussing or confronting about their feelings for so many years.
She couldn’t now.
Couldn’t ever.
There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love.
—1 John 4:18
To my family. I’m so thankful for all of you.
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